Many will die before the work
you do is done. Many will be born
long after you are gone. May your life
be a steppingstone. May your work inspire
love. May you light the road weíre on,
like the sun and moon above. May
peace this day be a song upon
your lips. May life be good.
May death be bliss.

November 3, 2006

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